Mirrors - The Birthday Massacre

A missing piece of mind

Drawn and redesigned

What we are is what’s defined

Words of wasted youth

A lie preceding truth

All we gain is more to lose

Come down beneath these flooding fields

Be a mirror to the night

Lay down beneath these falling stars

We are mirrors of night

A picture lost in time

A balance we can’t find

In the faces left behind

We finish at the start

Knowing in our hearts

We were born to fall apart

Come down beneath these flooding fields

Be a mirror to the night

Lay down beneath these falling stars

We are mirrors of night

Come down beneath these flooding fields

Be a mirror to the night

Lay down beneath these falling stars

We are mirrors of night